Yeah Sure Gender Swapped Milf Adler Is Hot But Let's Not Pretend That Svelte English Twink Park Wouldn't

immortal tragic soulmates au but the twist is that you're the immortal one and Ghost is the one that keeps dying and being reborn, and no matter how hard you try to avoid him for his own safety, he always finds you and aggressively pursues you in every life despite having no memory of his former lives

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(These pics are mine. I took them while watching fireworks from the rooftop of the partament complex that I live in (it was beautiful).)

I'm having so many brainworms right now so i'm forcing y'all to listen teehee

anyway, headcanon that Bell had the most gorgeous big brown eyes.

It was the first thing anyone ever noticed about them. Brown eyes are the most common color, but Bell wore them like they were a sacred gem. Deep, haunted, and achingly soulful. In the sterile glow of a safehouse in Berlin, the fluorescent lights bled across their eyes like distant dying stars, flickering in the hollow space of their gaze. Their eyes could be called fawn-like, or maybe a lamb. You’d never guess that they belonged to someone so horrifically scarred by the ugliness of the world.

How ironic that also like a lamb, tethered by a leash they couldn’t see, they trailed along so willingly to their slaughter--by the one man they trusted more than their own mind, no less. A beautifully blind devotion, don't you think? Right up to the barrel of the gun.

Imagine time

Woods: *eating an onion*

Mason: that's fucking cannibalism....

Adler held Bell as they bled out. Although it truly was a fast death, time had never felt slower. Bell uttering the words "I love you" was like a knife twisted in Adler's chest. That knife he had stabbed into his chest first. Bell just made sure it really hurt, though completely unintentional. Those words made Adler ever question his decision to fire the gun. But it was too late to rethink it now. Right to their last breath, Bell was devoted to Adler. He'd never understand them. He'd never understand the unwavering love and loyalty, even when that had landed a bullet through them. But maybe that's because, perhaps, Adler was incapable of putting even an ounce of that much truthful devotion into someone.

Either way, he wanted to leave it in that moment. Forget Bell ever existed. Forget any feeling he may have had for them. Setting the bracelet from Bell on their chest as he got up. Leaving Bell's body on that cliffside to rot. To forget.

I think about the Duga Ending a lot. Not necessarily the more violent one, where Bell tells their allies to head to Duga to set the trap. But the one where Bell chooses not to, says Duga anyways. With no plan.

I think about that action of saying Duga, leading Adler and the others astray—the completely wrong direction, saying nothing and giving nothing away as they sit with Adler in the passenger seat of his car. How Adler trusts Bell wholeheartedly with the answer of Duga. His dog wouldn’t lie. Why would they? They would never.

Bell, who reveals after Woods words and Adler’s coaxing of the truth—if they lied. How Bell just wanted to see their faces of frustration, of anger, of emotion, but they just wanted to see it from Adler. Bell, the epitome of petty revenge with this action—the chance to actually see the arrogant and normally stoic man break. Only to see nothing. No anger. No yelling. Adler who only has a frown and tone to match his disappointment.

Here is the person, the terrorist that led you astray and purposely caused the death of millions just for the chance to see Adler’s anger—only for him to feel disappointed. More how one would feel and look after seeing their pet pee the bed, destroy and tear off your favorite bed sheets—not at the genocide of millions.

I think about the Duga ending a lot. And how even at the end, Adler’s pride at Bell lowered significantly but not angry. How Bell’s petty revenge tasted bittersweet with blood forming at their chest from the shot, with Adler’s scarred frown looking down at them.

I think about how disappointed America’s Monster was at his precious dog that was always supposed to listen, but bit back and decided to die like this. No assault. Just wishing to see their master’s true face. Only to see that their master’s arrogance and pride was always there, Adler’s mistake. His cocky attitude bit back just like Bell did—roaring confidence that the tool he made and took out a piece of himself to do it would betray him like this.

I think about how could it be a betrayal when Bell wasn’t part of the team in the first place. “You’re still one of us, kid.”

I think about the Duga Ending, and all I see is America’s Monster being betrayed and Bell’s momentary confusion how the monster was disappointed more than angry at their gall.

I think. And I think.

And then I think of Solovetsky. I compare.

And all I can see is their relationship always ends in a betrayal in some way or another. The taste in both their mouths being bittersweet, either with blood or just as a natural after taste of killing a piece of your mind or the one who created your mind.

I think about the Duga Ending a lot.

BELL + ADLER

these violent delights - micah nemerever / franz kafka’s letters to milena jesenska / frida kahlo / all i need - radiohead / the mark of athena - rick riordan / the lover as a cult - olivia gatwood

Price:"we're after a specially trained individual. Our goal is to apprehend him."

Soap:"okay but what did he do?"

Price:

Price:"shot a CEO."

Soap:"sorry I'm busy"

Ghost:"I'm suddenly blind."

Gaz:"my shoulder is hurt"

Price:

You think with Adler being the fashionable type, do you think he make sure Bell is fashionable as well?